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letra de story - polo g

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[intro]
(d-diego)
(b-bankroll gotit)

[chorus]
uh, he had it hard, now he just tellin’ his story
speak from the heart and i just tell ‘em “record me”
fi was my n-gga ever since we was shorties
living lawless, we don’t respect no authority
my paper straight, can’t put these hoes for my priorities
i’m trapped inside ’cause i don’t know who really for me
no, i ain’t trippin’, i just play this sh-t accordingly
trapped in the field and he got blood on his cleats, uh

[verse]
double g’s to the death, who i’m rockin’ with
and my steppers be standin’ on top of sh-t
i’m the last n-gga you wanna plot against
put that bеam on his head and demolish it
everyday, usеd to post on the block and sh-t
swear this life in the street get monogamous
clutch time, better hope that them shots’ll miss
like three-two-one on the clock and sh-t
deep scars ‘cause i been through a lot of sh-t
i need to see a psychologist, deep thoughts in that cell
could of got a degree on some college sh-t
my homie a slave to the system, they never abolished it
i know we regardless we for, care less about politics
i gotta speak up on everything i got a problem with
man i thought we was stuck in the hood
now a n-gga fly all ‘cross the continent
i’m the greatest, gon’ make ‘em acknowledge it
stand on my word, i keep all of my promises
you was in love, my feelings was opposite
still want your love on some toxic sh-t, uh
hope i’m the one you can always be honest with, uh
[chorus]
uh, he had it hard, now he just tellin’ his story
speak from the heart and i just tell ‘em “record me”
fi was my n-gga ever since we was shorties
living lawless, we don’t respect no authority
my paper straight, can’t put these hoes for my priorities
i’m trapped inside ’cause i don’t know who really for me
no, i ain’t trippin’, i just play this sh-t accordingly
trapped in the field and he got blood on his cleats, uh

[open verse]

[chorus]
uh, he had it hard, now he just tellin’ his story
speak from the heart and i just tell ‘em “record me”
fi was my n-gga ever since we was shorties
living lawless, we don’t respect no authority
my paper straight, can’t put these hoes for my priorities
i’m trapped inside ’cause i don’t know who really for me
no, i ain’t trippin’, i just play this sh-t accordingly
trapped in the field and he got blood on his cleats, uh

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